The distraught cries echoed the four peeling wallpapered walls of a small bedroom. The only sound that Hermione was enabled to produce. She had been locked into her room where all the windows were sealed shut so no great escape could be performed.
Her skeletoned back pressed up against the hard white wooden door as her body shook violently, rattling the bones and organs inside trying to find that splash of hidden happiness mixed into the blood stream. She suddenly felt sick. Her throat was burning.
Loneliness was the killer. The crumpled sheets and blankets left on her bed which had been recently vacated and flung into the cold twisted air by the occurring nightmares that plagued her mind.
She ushered a silent prayer to God, hoping that she would be able to see where this is heading in His almighty plan. But all she could see was a blade sitting deliberately in a gold pencil case ready to inflict a wound that had been previously carved. Her left wrist wormed around in her sleeve as the pleading angelic voices told her not to inflict the same mistake that happened so many years ago. It was meant to be a fresh start where her past wouldn't interrupt her pages of the life's new chapter. The thoughts were supposed to be cured from the medicine and counselling sessions. But Hermione knew the past enemy was gaining on her. No magic needed. She sat alone and just kept praying for a miracle to happen in this deep upset.
Hermione became unable to control the random shakes of her body or the breathing in that matter. She also tried to block the gruesome sight of blood running pouring down her arms…. Horror…Madness and deep upset. It's an illness she couldn't escape from. A secret illness that involves silent cries.
Many hours crept by and Hermione soon regained composure and slowly brought herself to her feet.
She walked towards the full length mirror where she looked at her reflection. She noticed the many tear tracks and the messy mangled brown hair passing her shoulders. Her eyes then gazed upon her stomach. She gazed closer as she turned side profile and cracked a smile as she saw a tiny bump. Not believing it, she peeled off her jumper and t-shirt, revealing the young woman to stand before the mirror in her trousers and bra. It was true; a tiny bump could be seen. Hermione placed her cold hands upon the stretching skin over a little growing person and massaged it gently.
"Mine ad Ron's creation," smiled Hermione and with that she broke down again.
She was indeed cut off from Ron's love and she felt as if she was frozen in time. Her heart was found melting to the ground as no embrace or touch or kiss could be felt. The thought of never seeing her lover again made her blood drain away and gave a sudden burst of determination to survive the torture with her baby in tow as it was only thing that would remind her of him.
A hard knock came from her door and the turning of a rusty key could be heard. Hermione quickly placed on her t shirt to make herself presentable and the rough swiping of the cheeks smeared the tear tracks away.
The door opened and her mother blocked the glorious light. She was carrying a tray of freshly baked food and a cup filled with juice. Her mother dangerously strolled towards her and placed the tray of food by the side. All Hermione could feel towards her mother was the rising levels of anger. The one who she thought would understand her the most, was looking at her as if she was a slut. Hermione, who in return looked at her mother equally as angrily and then refused to glance at her presence any longer. It made her sick.
"I'm not leaving until you have eaten and drunk," announced her mother, plainly.
Hermione's eyes seeped with tears once again. Her mother's love had gone and the mother/daughter trust was broken. It felt like her real mother was stolen and in replacement was a death eater.
The steaming food came to view as her mother pushed the tray towards her. Hermione didn't want to eat nor to be in her mother's presence so she began shoving the food down her hole without using any home raised manners, reminding her so much of Ron. With this thought in mind, she continued until all the food was gone. She took the cup and drank its contents.
Until her taste buds felt the liquid slide along her tongue, she began to heave. The goblet of death soon fell out of her shaking hand grips, realising what the contents was.
"How dare you!" shrieked Hermione.
Her mother laughed and shouted, "Oh so you can speak rather than cry…Your father and I are not allowing you to have this baby, Hermione Jean Granger!"
Hermione sobbed loudly, "So you're risking my life and killing my baby by giving me toxic herbal tea!"
She began hearing her father's loud footsteps and soon his figure entered the room.
"You tart! You're having a child outside of wed-lock! You slept with that lad without thinking of the consequences. You could have had a brilliant life with a grand house and career, but what did you do… sleep with a crazy low life wizard boy who belongs to a pauper family," roared her father in anger.
Hermione could no longer stand up for herself; she was traumatised from her mother's poisonous drink and her father's bellowing taunts. Her parents were breaking her down mentally.
"So your father and I have decided to take this matter into our own hands Hermione. You will look back at this and thank us for it later," hissed her mother.
Hermione soon turned around in fright as her mother approached her and in misery her mother slapped her across the face. Hermione brought her hand to her hurting cheek in complete shock and her eyes soon began to widen as she saw her father holding a very sharp metal hanger in his hands. She knew exactly what they were planning to do.
The rest of the night was filled with screams of torture, suffering and pain. A young soon-to-be mother pleading for forgiveness could no longer be heard, but just a pure dead silence.
The enemy has pounced.
Unsure whether to leave this as a one shot or to continue....let me know your thoughts.